We both are at the loss of words and we know they will only make the matter worse as our silence spoke words which held in-depth emotion but we cannot even understand it and considered them irrelevant.
“Close your eyes.. Go to sleep, everything is fine…” He whispered, kissing my neck softly.
I felt disgusted at myself, I hated myself for it.
I detest myself for liking this solace I am receiving from him.
‘I felt so revolting, how can I feel safe in those arms which desire to embrace my sister?’
How can I feel tranquility and insurance in this hand that tried to defile me? Why after all this his touch made me feel secure?
I am so, so disgusted at myself. How can I feel anything for the person who loved my sister?
He moved as we both laid down and I slept in his embrace.
For the first time, the next morning, I saw him sleeping next to me, holding me close. His breath lingered on my face as my eyes widened.
My heart skipped a beat and the heat emerging from him traveled in me too. A blush crept upon my cheeks, to find him this close to me.
I grit my teeth and lowered my head. My fever is down a little and I feel somehow calm.
"Mr Knight." I called him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Let me go." I said faintly, averting his gaze feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Hmm?” He narrowed his eyes sleepily and realized he was holding me too close as our body was touching each other.
He awkwardly let me go as we both sat up. “Oh.”
There was a tense silence between us as both of us couldn't meet each other's gaze.
To annihilate the crushing silence, I stuttered, "Uh.. T-Thank you.. Mr Knight.. F-For last night."
The awful atmosphere gave both of us a strange coldness.
He scratched the back of his neck and stuttered too, "Um.. Uh.. I-It's okay.. I g-guess?" His words were hazy.
“You okay now?” He asked.
“Yeah..” I quickly sat up and went to the bathroom.
“What have you done, Rebecca?” I freshened myself and walked out, wanting to forget what happened last night. I inhaled deeply to build up my frontage again.
Forget what happened, it's insignificant.
I saw Ryan looking at the floor, deep in thoughts. I tilted my head a little and decided not to say anything as I was about to walk out but he called me.
"Rebecca." I stopped in my tracks and turned to him and he continued in an uncertain voice.
"You.. don't have to make breakfast today.. Uh.. take some rest. You are not well." I narrowed my eyes on him.
I opened my mouth to retort and I did, "I am very well Mr Knight. If you are hung up on what happened last night, forget about it, I often have nightmares…”
I sighed and added, “And that's another matter if my food is poison to you."
I gave him my cold look as he shot his head and looked at me in disbelief, probably shocked that I changed in a few moments.
I am sorry, That's how I am; fake.
“You..” He stared at me for about a few seconds and stood up, back to his cold self again too.
He rolled his eyes at me and mocked, "I forget how much of a deciever you are."
I lowered my gaze, “Exactly.” Feeling somehow ashamed and walked out without saying another word.
I went to the kitchen and cooked breakfast for us. I am amazed he didn't stop me from cooking. Maybe because he wants to ridicule me about it. Not that I care.
I then went to our room and saw him combing his hair. “Breakfast is served.”
I scoffed and walked towards him.
“Okay.” He then turned to me as I helped him to wear his coat while avoiding to meet his gaze.
I then picked his tie and was about to wrap it around his neck but he held my hand and said, "Not Today."
I pulled my hand back and gave him a nod as I put it back.
“Why?”
I don't know why but I never fail to spare a glance at the tattoos on his neck, they are somehow enticing, they suited him well.
“My choice.” He then turned and wore his watch and was looking for his ring to wear on his left thumb.
"Beside the cologne." I said. He picked it and wore it and turned to me again. The strong scent of his cologne hit my nostril, it was intoxicating- What?
“Let me do it.” I took the brooch from the table and secured it.
Today he wore a black lining coat and a black shirt as he opened a few buttons of his shirt, revealing his toned chest.
He was looking alluring like this. When he was ready I took a step back and remarked, "You are going to work, not to a party."
He smirked and replied, "I am going to meet my mistress."
I know he just said it to my dismay so I just made an 'o' face as I remained stoic.
"After all, who can tame an animal?" I said monotonously, holding my chin.
"Take off your wedding ring. Then you'll be perfect." I said scornfully. His smirk faded as he sighed and put his hand over his forehead and we walked out.
I served breakfast and he spared a glance at me as he took a seat.
"Call Flurry." He said, taking a seat. Jen nodded and went to call her as I sat with him.
I didn't feel like eating due to fever so I just put my elbow on the table and put my forehead on it, lowering my head due to the headache. Maybe he was right, I am not that well.
“I told you not to exert yourself.” He said, taking a bite of his food.
I felt his piercing gaze upon me but I didn't pay attention to it and then Flurry came.
"Flurry, from now on, You'll not cook anything." He announced as I shot my head up to see what he was talking about.
A gasp left her mouth as she asked in a croak voice, "Then, what job will be left here for me?"
"I'll send you to Grandma's place. From now on, My wife will prepare every food I desire and according to my liking."